Ladies Night

Last night Alex, Danielle, and I painted the town. Our first stop was to Costa Vida (excellent choice Danielle). We all got the exact same thing, mainly because we are of the exact same coolness, and daintily devoured our sweet pork salads. After the feast of a lifetime, we went to Sparetime in Roy for some classic, slightly ghetto, bowling. Alex bowled a record breaking 71. Awesome. We spent more time taking pictures than we did bowling. They had a photobooth at Sparetime, and, being the miraculously photogenic characters we are, we decided to go try and pile in. Great news. There were some GORGEOUS individuals already using the booth, which meant we had to wait. Clad in leopard headbands, flannel shirts, and leg-ins, they definitely had us beat in the trashy catagory. Then we noticed Alex's pimple and we felt much closer to their level. Classy. Finally it was our turn. I have never been more cramped in my life. We took 8 photos, 4 of which are basically mine and Alex's eyes peeking over Danielle's enormous noggin. The girls spent the night at my house. Alex colored her hair extensions, Danielle kicked Alex square in the forehead, and I didn't stop cackling all night. Welcome to a typical get together of what I shall now refer to as the Ya-Ya sisters. Splendid. Action shot. We aren't sure what Danielle is doing--probably something in appropriate. Hence mine and Alex's faces.
This is our Olsen Twin impersonation. Alex did a WAY better job than I. Bummer.
I think Danielle is trying to be a pin. I'm not sure. All I know is that it's a wonder we didn't get thrown out. I'm super glad I look constipated. Oh how I love them. Especially Alex's chins. Nevermind that Danielle looks slightly chemically imbalanced.